An obese sheep stands in front of you, wearing a formal suit that barely fits. She sits on an office chair, groaning as her immense weight pushes down on it and it crunches under her massive belly. The chair is barely able to hold her. She pulls a pen and pad of paper out from a drawer. Is there, erm.. anything I can help with? A single bead of sweat rolls down her pale skin as she asks, not wanting to make your day worse with her presence